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We had a good time at the mall. We'd stayed out too late and the sun had long gone to bed, but that was part of the plan. We walked out the sterile mall into the night and I realized my new sun glasses were too dark, no matter how cool they were. I packed them up and stashed them in my back pack.
Chris-the-girl said, "Too bad Henry. Those shades make you look mysterious and hot."
"Th-thanks?" I answered her jibe with a question.
Chris-the-boy smiled, "Pay no heed to her. She's jealous of your crazy good taste." Jeff, the very large guy only smiled.
Chris-the-boy asked, "Big plans for the weekend?"
"G-g-g-going to Dad's for the l-l-l-long weekend." Somehow my stutter was ignored when I talked with them. The Chrises and Jeff always made me feel comfortable, like my speaking was no big deal.
"Cool. We are going to Justin's tomorrow after his grounding is done." Chris-the-girl said, "I guess he has some old movies he wants to show us."
"Have fun with your dad." Chris-the-boy smiled and they turned as the number nine bus pulled up. My phone buzzed. I reached into my pocket as the bus doors opened. Jeff was the first to board followed by the Chrises. Some kids exited the back. The bus pulled away. I did a double take on the kids coming out the back. They got gold bits peaking out and they have expensive clothes. I looked at my phone. I knew these guys were into bad shit. My gut told me.
A text from Dad said, "Sorry bud." I brace for the next line. It won't be a surprise. I wait for the next text. It will be a cancelling text. He'd been drinking.
"I have to cancel, I have a last minute business meeting that came up." He texted me. That confirmed that he's on a bender and he will be too drunk for the whole weekend to give a shit about me.
The group that came off the bus were and ugly bunch. They looked my way. I pulled my hood up over my long curly hair hoping they wouldn't notice me. Being me, I'm usually pretty good at staying under the radar, I got my hair tucked under my hat and a dark blue blue hoodie pulled up for good measure.
"HEY!" The voice was angry and directed in my direction. My first reaction was to ignore it and look the other way.
"Hoodie boy. What are you doing?" He talked towards me. If I ignored him, it would be worse.
I looked over. The leader of the gang of kids was about sixteen or seventeen. He had yellow teeth and his mouth wore a sneer. He walked toward me like he was about to beat the shit out of me. I was already backing out weighing options. My body was ready to turn and my feet were ready to run. Before I could do anything or he could finish his bullying of me a car pulled up screetching tires as the four door came to a stop.
A door flew open and a large fat older kid with a goatee smiled an evil smile, "Hey! Chuck! Were you looking for business or are you too busy fucking little kids?"
The yellow teethed Chuck forgot about me and turned around, "Dan! My man! I'm glad you came. I didn't think you would come?" Dan's crew magically appeared from out of the car.
"Why?" Chuck asked. By this time I had backed far enough away that a curb from the parkinglot kissed my heel. It threaten to trip me if I backed up anymore. Before I could spin to run, Chuck had a pistol in hand and gunshots spat in my eardrums. Dan fell to the ground. Chuck's other gang members pulled out guns. I ran.
My feet pounded the pavement making a quick rythim. After ten steps, my heart beat so loud it drowned out everything else. The shooting had stopped and incoherent screaming began. I turned and ducked through a parkinglot and spotted the old familiar "Red Rooster" sign. The Red Roosters are an equivilent of Seven Eleven, but only for Canada.
I ran to the front door. I felt more than heard or them chasing me. I made my way to the candy section and I pulled off my hat and my hoodie. My long thick curly hair spills onto my shoulders and I gave it a shake to get the hair to settle down. I took a breath in to calm myself and then did it again. I stashed my hoddie in my pack and popped my hat in the garbage. I cussed to myself. I loved that hat. I could buy another one, if I lived.
My breathing has slowed down as I tried to look like I didn't just run accross the parking lot. The door chimed and I watched the people enter. An old guy and his kid that looks familiar. I am pretty sure he went to my school. My jaw dropped open as Sam walked through the door.
"Sam!" I call out with big smile and walk up to him.
"Hey Henry. Wierd meeting you here." He said with his half smile. He stood really tall compared to me and had medium brown hair with deep brown eyes. His face was perfectly symetrical and if you asked anybody why he was so handsome, no one could quite tell you, but everyone agreed that he was really easy to look at. And he was nice to me and didn't pick on me. His accent sounded off, but he was from Quebec and since I talked like an idiot, I couldn't really complain.
"Yeah, s-s-s-s-s-snacks. It's the R-r-ed R-r-r-r-rooster." I stammered it out as the outside dark had red and blue lights blink in the distance.
I wanted to ask him what he was doing, but my stupid stutter made me hesitate. Just then a strawberry blonde haired kid a little taller than me with piercing blue eyes came over and said, "Hey. Don't I know you? You go to Finnley?"
"Y-y-y-y-yes." I stuttered out.
"Okay." He gave Sam a look of disdain, "I think I've seen you in the halls and I've heard about you."
Sam stepped closer to me, "Henry is really cool, but it takes a bit of time to adjust to his stutter. Henry, this is Jakob."
"You two hang out a lot?" Sam looked suspicious.
Sam puts his arm over my shoulders, "We hang. What difference does it make?" Sam's defence of me made me wonder what was going on and if Sam has something going on.
"Just curious." Jakob was obviously lying and so was Sam. It seemed like some strange war of wills.
"What's going on boys?" The man appeared from the next aisle.
"This is Henry. He goes to our school." Sam said, "And I think you have a vacancy for the weekend." And there it was. Sam was looking to get me to go to something for the weekend.
"Well, we are pretty late. He would have to ask his parents and all of that. Ah yes, I'm Bob, Jakob's father. We already have four people though."
The door to the Red Rooster chimed and Dan and some of his hoods walked in. My hoodie was stashed in my pack and my hat in the garbage. I hoped they didn't recognize me. Dan walked up the Aisles looking at everyone. He didn't even pretend to be shopping. The lights in the parking lot, the blue and red ones, got bigger and more frequent.
"You said Franklin cancelled." Sam argued. Bob stopped and thought about it. I could tell that he was arguing in his head if he should even offer me to come along to where ever it was doing what ever it was.
"Okay. If it's okay with his Mom. But we have to leave, like right away." Bob conceded and I shot Sam a what-the-fuck look.
Sam smiled, "Camping for the long weekend." I thought long and hard about going with these guys for the weekend. I hated camping. I had no equipment. I love staying home. I could probably duck out and stay over at one of the Chrises, or maybe I'd be lucky and just stay home and no one would see me. I should lay low, and just as the thought passed through my brain, Dan stopped in the candy aisle, right beside me and grabbed a bag of chips and stuffed it in his coat and promptly walked out of the store. The door chimed and the sirens were really close.
"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sure. I will a-a-a-a-ask m-m-m-my M-m-m-m-mom." I said. I pulled out my phone and text.
Mom's responses came fairly quickly as she's already into half a bottle of wine with her girlfriend. At the end of the short back and forth, the answer was yes. I hold my phone up to Bob. I can't tell what he's thinking from his reaction, but he reads the exchange to where Mom said yes.
Bob didn't quite roll his eyes, "Well, since Franklin cancelled last second and your Mom said it was okay, you can come." Bob looked at Sam and they each gave a slight nod. Bob had an arm full of snacks of various sizes and paid for everything. We got in the car, Bob driving, Jakob riding shotgun and I sat behind Bob. Sam got in beside me with a huge space in the middle.
We drove a couple minutes and stopped outside a house. The front door opened awkwardly and a brown boy about my age emerged with two walking cane sticks. He shuffled out trying to hang on to a pack, work the door and opperate his walking sticks. Sam bolted from the car and helped the kid. He grabbed his pack with one hand and opened the door with the other. The kid took a long time to get to the car and in a flash Sam had his stuff stashed away and had wiggled in beside me.
The touch of his body wasn't meant to be sensual. It sent something through me. The other boy climbed in last adjusting his legs and closing the door. We finally drive down the way as he squirmed to put on his seat belt. Sam crowded me in almost a sideways hug that I really enjoyed. When we finally got settled, Sam leaned back and stretched his arms up and around me and the other guy.
"I a-a-a-a-am H-henry." I introduced myself. He looked accross Sam. He had dark hair with soft round facial features. His face was nice, his lips were big and he could have been even called attractive, if you looked past his legs and body.
"I'm Tray. Sorry to keep you all waiting. It just takes me more time." Tray said.
"We were getting pretty old waiting for you." Jakob said.
"Now Jakob." Bob said, his tone far less threatening that I would have said if he were my kid, Bob continued, "We have time. Well, we are going to be tight. It's already dark and getting to Trudea Plateau takes a couple of hours, but you kids can sleep in in the morning."
"Th-th-th-thanks for inviting m-m-m-me." I manage.
The rest of the car ride we rode in relative silence. Tray fell asleep and I had to wiggle out from Sam's arm and take off my coat. I wondered if Chuck had survived the shooting. He probably didn't. I wondered if they were going to be looking for me. It happened so fast I didn't look. I felt a bullet whizz past my ear and jolted awake. I wasn't standing at the bus stop and everyone kind of laughed it off as I just had a regular type of nightmare. I managed to doze off again. It took us a couple of hours to get anywhere as the road snaked through the darkness. Bob navigated the car through the Canadian Wilderness. I woke up to a bump. We had turned down a gravel road and kept going. It was another twenty minutes before Bob turned the car down smaller dirt track and stopped.
"We are here. Everyone get out. Jakob, get the UTV. The rest of you pull all the gear from the trunk. Everything that is in there get's packed up and put on the wagon." Bob barked out the orders.
The UTV started up and sounded very rough compared to cars with mufflers. Jakob backed it out of the bush, but had trouble backing up and had to try five times with Bob giving orders on which way to turn the wheels.
"Okay. Jakob is driving, but that doesn't mean he's in charge. Go up this trail for half an hour. The UTV lights will pick up a huge white tree that's painted in reflective tape. You can't miss it. Turn Right, go through the big gate and Trudeau Plateau is another minute. Once you get there, use the flashlights in the glovebox for you light. Don't use your phones, they won't be bright enough. Jakob, remember that we are christians and God is watching. The rest of you, stay safe and have a great camp out. I'll pick you up Sunday night at about five."
"You aren't coming?" Tray's not only asked the question I was going to ask, but his voice held the same terror my I was feeling.
"You boys will be fine. Everything will be fine. It will be fun. Jakob, just not too much fun. Remember the trouble you got in with Tim? Don't do that this time okay?"
"Dad!" Jakob lashed out.
"Okay. Off you go. I will see you Sunday night." Bob said. We protested, but he just got in his car and reversed. The headlights were the only illumination except what was in front of the UTV. The stars peeked down through the trees, but the evergreens grew thick and heavy so there wasn't much light at all.
"Well, we are fucked." Jakob said as he pulled out his phone and turned the flashlight on.
Sam's voice cut through the new darkness."We can still go. Why do you get to drive?
"I did some practice runs so Dad would have confidence that I wouldn't crash." Jakob said flatly.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-at th-th-the d-d-d-d-d-d-dark?" I meant to say at night, but had time during my epic stutter to change my last word.
"You stutter more when your nervous?" Tray asked. Too afraid to say anything, I nodded in the dim light of Jakob's phone. The UTV chugged it's engine letting us know that it was ready for us to climb on and go forward. The thought struck my head that we could go back. But then I was sleeping and didn't see what was close, if anything. I only remember trees and sleep. Maybe Jakob was awake.
"Well, let's go. Dad has some stuff set up at camp. I heard him talking on the phone and from the sounds of it, it's pretty comfy." Jakob sounded optomistic.
"We could just stand here and talk about how fucked we are, or we could drive up to a nice camp." Sam said. I wanted to argue and I Tray shuffled his feet. I think he might have been tired of standing or he wanted to argue too. Either way, we just shut up and made our way to the UTV. Jakob drove and Sam helped Tray into the front seat. Sam put the epic seat belt on Tray and dug out some flashlights from the glove box.
Jakob put the UTV into gear and it revved up, but we sat there. The UTV was working hard and nothing happened.
"Oh. Parking brake." Jakob mumbled as he reached for a lever. My confidence lowered. I probably should have taken my chances with gang bangers back in town. The jolt of the UTV moving forward told me it was far too late and we were going to Trudea's Plateau.
The ride started off almost like the road we turned down, the headlights illuminating the trees and the fairly even ground. We managed a good clip rounding corners and then we came to our first Y in the road. Jakob slowed a little and went left. The trail narrowed and ruts and bumps began to appear in more frequency Another Y in the road had us going right. The large rocks began to be more formidable and Jakob slowed the little four seater UTV down as we navigated sharp corners and hills that went up and came down. The corners grew steeper and the corners got sharper. A Y branched off from a hair pin turn.
Jakob stopped and grabbed another lever. The engine roared, but we barely moved. It climbed up the hill and it felt like we were going to tip over backward. At the top was a large rock and Jakob wheeled the unit right. It felt as if we were going to go over onto the side, but we made the corner.
Jakob yelled over the engine, "Not much further now!" He reached over and changed a lever on the dash. The UTV roared and this time we went way faster, like when we first started off. We got to a tree that illumnated white in our headlights. Jakob stopped.
"This is far as I practiced, but we are supposed to turn right, through that little space in the trees." He pointed. Sam and I shone our flashlights in the direction. There looked to be nothing but trees, brush and the smallest, narrowest deep dark hole. Jakob added, "He said we can fit, just to go and the trees will be moved aside."
"We came this far." Sam said. Jakob cranked the wheel and the white tree disappeared and the brush grabbed at the sides of the UTV. A branch roughly scratched my arm. The windshield was filled with branches trying to eat us alive. Then they vanished and a narrow road stretched ahead of the lights. Jakob drove along slowly.
The trees closed in and some stone pillars rose from no where. They looked as natural as could be with rough texture and randomness, but it seemed like they were out of place. A plaque with green embossing stood off to the side.
"St-st-st-stop." I force the word out. Jakob stops the UTV and I unbuckle my seatbelt as fast as I can. I hop out and stand in front of the plaque. It looked like the damnest thing I've ever seen.
I call out, "C-c-come over here! You g-g-g-g-g-got to see this!" The guys arrive in front of the plaque one by one.
It read, "Welcome to Trudeau Plateau. This used to be an installation of the DEW line. When in opperation, Trudeau's Plateau held the most dismissals for homosexual conduct in all of North America. It also held records for the most conceptions, in and out of wedlock. The team that tore down the radio equipment held records for the most mental illnesss. Enter at your own risk and please clean up after yourself."
I read it to myself twice and then Jakob read it outloud for all of us. Tray hobbled up late and Sam read it outloud again.
Tray said, "What the fuck? What's a DEW line?"
"No clue." Sam answered for all of us.
"Should we go?" Tray asked.
"We could go back, but I'm exhausted and there's a camp just on the other side of the rocks waiting for us. We are about two minutes out."
"Unless w-w-w-w-we g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go in-in-in-insane and k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kill--"
"We will be fine." Sam cut me off.
"I'm tired too." Tray said, "Let's go. If we wake up dead tomorrow, at least I won't be tired anymore." He hobbled back the UTV. I stood and looked at the plaque and read it one more time. There was a lot the plaque didn't say, like it didn't say, "Horny fuckers" but, man, I think if any of that is true, this was going to be an epic weekend.
The UTV chugs between the stone pillars. I felt pressure around my body. My head began to pound and then as we pass it is suddenly gone.
"D-d-d-did anyone else f-f-f-f-f-f-feel that?" I ask.
"Woah." Tray said.
"Awoooo. That was wierd!" Jakob exclaims.
"That felt queer." Sam says.
I can't say what that was, but whatever it was was now gone. I no sooner felt "normal" and a huge wave of exhaustion hit me. I felt like I was going to fall asleep right there. I looked over at Sam and he's trying to keep awake. The UTV begins to weave on the trail. I reach up and give Jakob a big smack on the shoulder. He jumps and we straighten up.
A large round tent looms in our headlights and Jakob shouts, "We're here. Let's get inside before I fall asleep." Sam hits me and I feel the smallest burst of energy. I drag myself out of the UTV and Sam went to help Tray. The UTV dies and our hand held flash lights are pointed towards the tent. Jakob and I get to the door.
My only thought is to lie down so I can sleep. The tent opens up and two double beds sit on either side of the tent. They sit on a wooden floor. My mind couldn't swirl with questions. I was too tired to contemplate anything. I picked a sleeping bag and fumbled with my clothes. I managed to get my pants off before I climbed in and passed out.
The morning sun woke me up. It took me a few moments to realize where I was. I was in a tent on Trudeau's Plateau. My boner was uncomfortable. I sat up and I looked around the room Sam was laying on top of his bedroll buck naked with a boner pointing towards his chin. He's gorgeous. I kept my shirt on, but over the night, my underwear came off.
The pressure of piss pushed against my bladder and made me realize I had some tough decisions to make. I could search for my underwear and piss all over or grab my pants, dash out the door and hope no one was out to see me. Pissing in a tent with near strangers was the obvious worse option. I grabbed my pants and the door flap opened.
I squinted as the sun had been up for a couple of hours and was still climbing into the sky. The field seemed small compared to the large mountains and epic trees that surrounded us on every side. I admired the view as my bladder let go and I stopped walking. The stream battered my raging hard on down to escape. The pissing war, erection vs piss was a great victory for piss and for my dignity. I shook and grabbed my pants.
I no sooner get the commando feel on with the last button clasped when I hear the tent flap snap open. I look over. Sam comes flying out and runs over to beside me. His war was the same as mine. I watch without trying to watch. He tips his head back and piss begins to win. I admire him. He's got shaft, girth and huge balls. It also looks like he shaves as his pubic hair isn't there. The rest of him is not rail thin, but he's far from fat. His now flacid penis hung and his bladder stopped pissing. He opens his eyes and looks at me then smiles.
"D-d-dude. You are b-b-butt fucking n-n-naked." I smile at him.
"Oui. We do that in Quebec. I'm just glad there's no neighbors to see. That might be embarassing." He laughed.
We head back toward the tent. Sam grabbed his junk with his hand and pretends that would be good enough for clothes and I adjust my stiffy that has managed to knock on my front door of my pants. Before we got back to the tent, the flap opened and Jakob comes flying out, his white Y underwear pushed out a boner. He glanced at us and walked a couple steps in the other direction before he pulled them down. We saw his white bubble ass. The tent opened again.
This time a dark skinned boy wearing a shirt and nothing else hobbled out. He couldn't hold his mast with any hand as he had both hands on his walking sticks. He sees us, rolls his eyes and limped past to let his stream go. Sam and I looked each other, giggled and went into the tent. I search my bedroll for my underwear. I find them scrunched up at the bottom. I should put them on. I look over at Sam. He's got his shirt on and that's it. I still can't believe his shaved body was bigger than me, better looking and he just let it all out not caring if I looked or not.
I was hard, but thought, "Why not?" And so I did. I took off my pants and let my boner flop around. Well, it would have flopped but was too hard. I looked over and Sam looked at me. His began to rise as well. The flap opened and Jakob walked in. He looked at us and scowled.
Jakob's mood soured mine and my stiffy turned soft as I pulled on my underwear, then my jeans. The tent flap opened again as Tray walked in with some fresh clothes under his arm, piss streamed down one of his legs. I guess having to walk with the sticks makes pissing hard and pissing with a stiffy almost impossible. He sat his naked butt on his bed and wiped himself down with his old clothes.
I left the tent. I wanted to give him his privacy. I walked over to the wagon of supplies. My stomach rumbled. I sure hoped there was food buried in here somewhere. I decide to pack the whole thing up and trundle it over by the tent. I found some lawn chairs and noticed something peculiar underneath the wagon. I got down and looked. It looked like a fire pit.
I picked up bags and made a trip. Sam showed up and wordlessly pitched in to help me. He's got all his clothes on and still managed to make me feel nice in the groin area. He looked so good.
"Is any of this f-f-food?" I called in to the tent.
Jakob comes flying out, "Yeah. Anyone know how to cook?"
"I can cook." Tray limped out, "It will just take some time."
"We got that." Sam said. We got the stuff out and found some burgers in cooler. Then we found a little stove with a frying pan and Tray started cooking. While he was doing that, we got out the rest of the chairs and bags and sorted stuff out. The cooler was one of many. The red cooler had beers. The blue cooler had steaks.
"You'll have t-t-to move th-the UTV." I said to Jakob, "It's parked on th-th-the firepit."
He didn't answer, but scowled at me. We organized all the camping junk. I guess I am stuck with Franklin-who-didn't-show-up's stuff. I open his bag. He had some cool underwear that looked too big, bland clothes, a sweater and warmer gear that all looked a bit to big for me. I dug to the bottom and find a jock strap. I held it up and showed Sam. He laughed. I laughed. Then I found a pack of condoms. I just set them back in the pack and we walked out the tent.
"Let's explore the place." Sam said.
"Burgers will be ready in fifteen." Tray announced like he was a real cook and then added like a mother, "Don't wander too far."
We walk to the edge of the little field. It might have been a hundred paces accross. We walked along and even though the ciruclar plateau looked flat, there were gullies that let us walk below and out of site of the main tent.
In the field we reached the edge of the forest. There were trees on one side and on the otherside a cliff that went straight down to more trees. Standing at the edge gave me vertigo. Sam looked accross the valley, "This is a lot of fun. Did you think it was going to be this much fun?"
"Honestly," I replied, "I didn't know what t-t-t-to think. I just had to get out of t-t-t-t-town for a couple days and lay low." We stepped back from the edge. I liked the feeling of good solid ground under my feet and a couple of feet beween me and death.
"Did you rob a bank or something?"
"No. I witnessed a guy g-g-getting shot. I could ID the murderer and everything. I'm pretty sure he would k-k-kill me just to make sure I didn't talk."
"Wow."
"But wh-wh-wh-what was really wierd was the entrance to the plateau. I thought my head was going t-t-to explode." I changed the subject.
"It felt wierd alright. And the wicked dreams I had. I usually sleep in sleeping clothes."
"Sleeping clothes? Pjamas?"
"In French, well, in Quebec we say it differently, but yeah, Pjamas."
"D-d-d-did you remember taking them off?"
"I dreamed it. I also dreamed that I walked the little circle. I dreamed there is a little shack in a little gully." Sam said. I looked over at him to see if he was shitting me or not. He wasn't shitting me. He really dreamed it."
"Well, let's go see." I said. We walked the field a little gully opened up and at the bottom looked like a roof of a shed.
"Holy shit." I whisper.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream." Sam said. We climbed down to the bottom and look at the shed. It has a new lock and sturdy wood keeping whatever they store in there inside and us outside.
"This place is really wierd. That sign at the front was wierd. I woke up this morning so horny I thought I was going to blow a blood vessel." I said.
"I saw." Sam smiled.
I thought about talking more about sex and opening up a little. I wanted to tell him about my feelings that simmered below for my friends.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Tray's voice carried into the gully, "SOUPS UP! COME AND GET IT!" We ran out of the gully and up onto the top. We ran to the camp.
The burger was greasy and delicious. Tray even managed fixings like bacon and tomatos with letuce. There was quite a pile of burgers. We tore through them.
"That was awesome Tray. Thanks." I said.
"Hey. What time is it?" Jakob asked.
"I don't know. Probably about noon, one. Where's my phone?" Sam asked.
"Exactly." Jakob said, "Our phones are all not in our pockets. No one has looked at one in hours."
"My legs hurt. I'm going to sit down." Tray announced.
"So? It's camping. We are supposed to unplug." Sam said.
"When do we ever do anything we are supposed to?" Jakob offered.
"Wh-What are you saying?" I looked at Jakob.
"This place is really wierd." Jakob said. Tray pulled out a lounger and with his canes in each hand struggled to open it. I went over and took it from him and worked it into it's lounge shape.
"The wierd sign on the outside of the place did mention that this was going to be f-f-f-fucking off." I snapped back.
"And no one misses their phone." Jakob said.
"That's wierd." Tray sat on the edge of the lounger and set his walking sticks off to the side, "I'm not doing dishes. I cooked." He took off his shirt.
"I'll do dishes. Fuck the phones." I said.
"Fuck the phones." Sam repeated, "Let's go for a walk Jakob. Don't forget, we are camping. I found a garbage bag and I foisted the paper plates into it. I washed the few pots and pans, and magically, by my hard work, the chores were done. The camp was quiet. I looked over to Tray. He's naked on his lounge chair.
I didn't see him take off his pants, but there he was. His dark skin on his torso only lightened a little around his bathing suit area. His large dark uncircumcised cock stood up. This was a hornifying place. It bent to the side a little. I took it as an invitation. I should have asked. I put my hand on his bare hip. Electricity ran through my arm at his warm smooth flawless brown skin. He didn't flinch, exactly. He looked asleep.
With his eyes closed he said, "Grab some paper towel and wipe me off when you are done."
I touched it. I grabbed it. I explored it. He kept his eyes closed. I ran my one hand down from his neck to his groin, the other held on to his pencil. I worked him up and down. I cupped his balls. I looked down at his almost ruined legs. They were bent where they should have been straight. I masturbated him. His hands remained at his side as I jacked him. Up. His chest was smooth. Down. I didn't go for very long and he let out a little noise as he jizzed. His spunk hit his neck and left white pearls of cum on his body. I finished him up like I would me, pulling him down and letting the last of the spurts subside. Then I let go.
"Thanks." He smiled at me. I grabbed the paper towel and wiped him down.
"Thanks for cooking." I said.
He opened his eyes and said, "I'm really tired. I'm going to limp into the tent and have a nap. Maybe when I wake up you can do it again. I really liked it."
I opened my mouth to reply, but I didn't know what to say.
"Oh yeah," he said, "Get the fire going for supper. The UTV will have to be moved and all that." He got his naked ass off the lounger. His thin frame hinted at upper body strength, but his ruined legs spoiled his perfection. He took his canes and hobbled awekwardly to the tent, where he fought with the door and then disappeared.
I looked at the UTV that now seemed obviously parked over the firepit. The trailer stood empty behind it and the sun lowered on the horizon. We had woken up really late. This place was really strange. I had played with boys before, but Tray so openly asking for a hand job, unabashedly gay behaviour, and me, also bravely putting my hand out to give him one. I had to think about what I thought about the whole thing. I only managed, 'It was nice.'
I took off my shirt and was about to get naked when I heard Jakob and Sam laughing and talking. My hand stops at my pants. They are loud and boisterous fooling around, wrestling and play fighting.
"Hey guys." I said, "Tray is sleeping. His legs were hurting." They both get the hint and are quieter.
"Can you move the machine? The firepit is underneath." I said to Jakob.
"Yeah, no problemo." Jakob cheerfully replied as he jumped in the drivers seat. He turned the key. Nothing happened.
"Woah." He exclaimed, "This aint good."
"What?" Sam asked.
"I left the lights on last night, I was so tired. The battery is dead." Jakob said.
"Shit." I said.
"Merde." Sam said.
"We can't get back?" I asked.
"We can get it going." Jakob's voice sounded confident, "But it's a pain in the ass. For now, let's just push it out of the way." We struggled to move the bulky machine and the trailer. We ended up unhooking the trailer, pushing it out of the way and then returning our attention to the big side by side.
"Sorry. forgot the automatic parking brake. I have to push this lever and then pull this and tah-fucking-dah. Now try. Jakob said.
Sam and I pushed hard and the UTV moved. We finally got it a ways away from the fire pit before I came up with an idea. "Stop!" I said, "We can use the tail gate as a little seat to sit in front of the fire."
With the open firepit inviting a fire we went to find firewood. There was a stack at the edge of the round field and we took a couple trips before we felt we were set for the night.
"Man," Sam said, "I'm hot."
"Me too." I chimed in.
"Did you bring shorts?" Jakob asked, I wasn't sure if it was me or Sam.
"I brought me and my birthday suit." I smiled.
"I did too," Sam smiled too, "But unless you are offended by underwear, I can wear that."
My mind did a spin and I couldn't help myself, "Why did he warn you about god watching? What did you do with Tim?"
"What?"
"He said god was watching you."
"Oh. I did some homo shit and Dad found out. Let's get more wood." Jakob changed the subject. I took off my pants and Sam did too.
Jakob was the only one of us four that held on to the idea we needed clothes. There were no mosquitos. There were no bugs. The sun was still pretty high and it was barely warm enough for us to be in shorts, but us Northerners are sort of used to the cold.
We fooled around at the camp site in our underwear, Jakob eventually lost out to the heat and I got to see his white-fucking-boring-briefs. He was still a joy to behold. He had strawberry blond hair, heavy on the red. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled with his thin lips. His skin matched the three of us, pasty white. The sleeping limping kid was the only one that had any color to his flesh among us four odd compadre's.
"When did your d-dad set up the t-tent?" I asked.
"You fucking retards," Jakob laughed, "For the last time, It's a yurt."
"T-tent is more Canadian." I argued back.
"It is." Sam agreed.
Jakob smiled revelling in the fake argument, "A yurt is a Mongolian tent, yes, technically a tent, but much more. In the winter, you can put a stove in it and live in it."
"That sounds fucking c-cold." I said, like I am now, "Where'd the sun go? We barely got out of bed and now it's getting dark."
"We must have really slept in." Sam said.
"I will wake up T-tray if you two light I fire." I didn't quite boss them around as I told them what to do.
I found my pants and shirt and tried to shake the little chill I got. The yurt was dark. I found the flashlight I had used the night before and tucked it in my pocket. The kid was sleeping in the bed accross from me, still zonked. He must have been really tired to sleep pretty much all day, except for when he cooked us supper.
"Hey." I gently shook his shoulder. He was in the sleeping bag and I would have worried he was dead when he didn't wake up first shake, but his boner told me he was still alive.
"Wake up sleepy head horny dog." I shook him again and and he yawned and stretched. In one move his naked body popped his boner out, the low light making him look very horny and smooth. I felt my own bone pop.
"Here. I owe you one, but if you could repeat this afternoon, I'd like it." Tray asked it as if he were ordering fast food, like it was no big deal to ask and I simply grabbed his member. I pulled my pants down, the horny day was beginning to wear on me and I really needed release. With my hopes up and my pants down I jerked Tray.
I got three strokes in before I felt his hand on me. The electricity bolted through my body. I jerked him four times before I felt his warm lips on my member and it was too much. I tried to tell him I was cumming, but I just yelled. He slowed down jerking me and swallowed everything.
I felt my knees weaken and said, "Well, if you did me, I guess I could give back." He merely groaned as my mouth went over his hot boy. I slid my lips up and down a couple of times and I felt him tense. Hot cum shot to the back of my throat and tasted really terrible. I swallowed and my spit eventually washed the taste down. His cock drained I was about to spit it out.
"What is keeping you guys?" Sam burst in. "Oh. Get dressed. Tray, you can cook steak on a fire?" Without waiting for an answer Sam left.
"He didn't even care My mouth was full." I said.
"Thanks." Tray replied, "I really liked that. You are a such a cool guy. I gotta go cook some steak."
I pulled my clothes on. Sam was way super cool and I didn't think the would tell Jakob about what we were caught doing, but I worried about it anyway. I also didn't think that this weekend would be the first weekend I ever sucked cock before. The writing outside the park made me think I would try some stuff, but I never imagined it would be like this.
I went out and found Sam poking at the fire.
Jakob was sitting in a chair by the fire pulling on a sweater. His head popped out and he blurted, "I played with Timmy McCregor's willy."
"What now?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Dad found out after Timmy told his dad who told my dad."
"What? I still don't get it." I said.
"That's what Bob was talking about, God watching me."
My lightbulb moment arrived, "Ah. I see. And that's bad, I guess, from the bible and stuff?" Jakob said nothing but nodded.
"Well, I did that too, when I was eleven with Andrew Horowitz." I said and then I thought about it and added, "Well, and Jeremy Stevens, and Phillip Moretz. I never told anybody, but it feels better than doing it with your own hand. I am not religious, but everyone is different." I hoped my sharing made him feel better. I didn't mean to dig into his private stuff. Well, I did. I just didn't want to hurt him.
"It's all good. And I found some beers. You want one?" Jakob smiled.
"Fuck yeah." I said, "Hey!" I called to the yurt, "Limpy Brown Boy! You cookin steaks or what!?"
Tray appeared out of the yurt's door wearing a big grin, "No one calls me Limpy Brown Boy. Yeah, I'm cooking steak. Only for people calling me, 'hot fucker,' or maybe, 'Hot Fucking Limpy Brown Boy.'"
"I am so sorry," I said, "Hot fucking big balled hobildy boy."
Everyone laughed and Tray, complete with canes, made his way to the cooler. He pulled out some steaks and found a grate to put over the fire circle. He just threw the steaks on the grate.
"You really know how to cook?" Jakob asked.
"Fuck yeah." He said.
"Bob said those are expensive steaks."
"They are." Tray said back.
"I mean, I don't see the problem with masturbating another boy. It just feels good." I said adding the random factor to the conversation.
"You," Tray smiled, "My friends, are in good hands. The steak is going to be delicous."
True to his word, the steak sang in our mouths. The beer, the delicious underaged beer went down so smooth and seemed to loosen tongues.
"It's not that I hate girls," Jakob said, "I just have no fucking clue what they are talking about half the time, and then when I do, I don't understand what makes them say what they say."
"Amen, brother." Sam said. I looked at him and he smiled back and shrugged. It seemed we all didn't know much about what we didn't know.
We ate. We drank. The fire burned. It burned low. We looked up at the sky. Oh yeah. What goes in, must come out. We pissed. For every bottle we drank, we pissed twice.
"Henry." Sam poked me.
I pretended to sound angry, "What?"
"You haven't stuttered for hours. Is it just pretend?" He asked.
"What?" The only word I could manage. I had stuttered for so long. I stuttered in front of people. I stuttered and stammered and to express myself without someone interupting and finishing my obvious word was always a, well, problem. I dreamed of the day when I could just talk like everyone else."
I felt anger. It didn't seem right, but I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Yeah. Before, you were like, Stuttering Stanley, and now you can, like recite poetry from a stage in front of the elite." Jakob's blue eyes fired into me.
"Wierd." I felt like he had hit a nerve, but the right nerve." I thought back. I hadn't stuttered. I felt more centered and I felt more, "Right," or "Normal," or what I thought was normal. I was never normal.
"I guess. I had stuttered for so long, but the beer and good friends... I always feel comfortable around people I trust. This makes me stutter less. Maybe that's it."
"Or maybe it's the mojo of Trudeau's Plateau." Tray smiled at his little joke.
I didn't laugh like the other guys. He may have a point. I just went to the cooler and found another beer.
"Soups up." Tray randomly said as he fished the steaks off the grill and put them onto a plate. We ate with messy relish. Somewhere, and I assumed magic, Tray managed to produce some french fries that were warmed and crispy. I don't know how he did it, but my taste buds and my stomach didn't care. This was heaven.
We ate and I didn't bother to ask, but cleaned up all the dishes, or rather paper plates and little messes that came up. With everything cleaned up, it was obvious that the sun was finished it's trip around our horizon and had gone to bed. The stars opened up.
"Hey." Jakob said, "Rum. Anyone?"
"Coke too please." Sam agreed.
With very liquored drinks in hand, Sam threw a couple of pieces of wood on the fading fire and we sat in our lawn chairs looking up. The stars glowed in their mathmatical genius organic way, spread willy nilly accross our sky.
"Something is not right." Tray said.
"It feels off alright." I agreed.
"Yeah. No. This is wrong. Look." Tray said.
"Look at what?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. What?" Jakob asked.
"There." Tray pointed at a point in the sky.
"Dude. You kinda gotta narrow it down a little for us." I said.
"There." He pointed again, "You see the big dipper?"
"Yeah" Jakob said.
"The handle points to the North star."
"So?" I asked.
"The North star has a shadow or an extra or something that shouldn't be there." Tray excitedly said. He felt like he was getting his point accross.
And I saw it. An outline of a sphere shrouded in darkness, but outlined in light stood beside or in front of the North Star. It looked off, but it was very much there.
"Holy Shit dude." I said.
Jakob chimed in, "That isn't supposed to be there. Whatever That is."
"It's probably nothing, like a skip off the atmosphere or something." Sam said.
"That ain't no fucking nothing." Tray sounded stirred up. "I think it might be some sort of alien shit."
"What?" I tried to put the pieces together. My mind fought the puzzle. We were camping in some sort of wierd posessed circle on a mountain and now something that looked like it was there, but it looked like it wasn't there could be there or could not be there.
"I have to piss." Sam said and wandered outside the light of the campfire. A shooting star lit up making us star gazers ooo and ahh.
Sam sat back down and said, "Look. There's nothing there."
I looked back to where whatever-the-fuck-it was and saw empty space. The universe looked the same as it did before, well, at least to my untrained eye. It still felt wrong, but that was probably me just being over sensitive to shit.
"I am getting tired." I heard myself say. It was almost a repeat of the night before, sudden pure exhaustion. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to light streaming into the yurt. I have no memory of getting undressed, but I was naked and hard. As if there were some type of repeat button, I had to piss. I look over and expect to see Sam's beautiful body next to me and see Jakob instead.
I'm sick of this game, so I just got up up butt-fucking-naked and walked out the door. Standing there nude holding one of his walking sticks pissing was Tray.
I walked up beside him and stand way too close to him and begin to piss, "Good morning." I said.
"Morning." He replied. His free hand had no stick and he just draped it over my bare shoulder. I loved the sensation, but the pissing had to go. I softened a little as my bladder pushed past. It seemed a familiar fight. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. We just stood there, the sun shining on our naked skin, pissing through our boners. I heard the tent flap and felt another arm on my other side wrapped around my waist.
My stream stopped and my boner shrunk enough. I looked over to the new arm. "Woah. Jakob. Good morning." I said expecting him to pull back. He just smiled at me fighting his own erection and getting it to piss. His package was neat. His pubes were dark blond with light red and his pencil wasn't circumcised, but his head just barely poked through his foreskin.
Tray let go and started back to the tent. I followed and ventured, "Tray, I'm hungry and horny, but not in that order. Hey you are walking way better."
"Yeah, I've never walked so well. My legs seem to almost be working. Want to sixty nine? I get the bottom." He said.
"Okay." I just agreed. Jakob was still standing pissing when we went back in the tent. I don't know why, but I expected Jakob to complain or something, but he just stood there pissing.
One bed was empty and Sam's deep even breaths told us he was sleeping. My member got hard at the prospect of oral reciprocal stimulation. Tray put sat on the bed and set his walking stick down. He was at full mast, his deep brown member fully engorged and ready for rubbing. He laid down as his erection moved up. I climbed on top of him with the sixty nine position and started exploring his dick with my mouth. My hands moved to his balls and he spread his legs open a little. My member, smaller got hot as his lips came up to meet it. His hands explored my ass cheeks and one hand found my ass.
I bobbed my head up and down putting my lips into his weenie. I heard the door of the yurt open.
"Holy shit. You guys weren't kidding." Jakob's voice sounded over the slurping, "I'll try to cook breakfast."
My thing vibrated as Tray was trying to talk with his mouth full. He spit me out and said, "We'll be out in a bit. I don't think I'm gonna last very long."
I didn't stop bobbing and I pulled it out thinking I was going to say something when Tray blew. His orgasm didn't seem very big and his mast never lowered. I stroked him slowly with my hand and reached my other hand into his boy hole. His second eruption was huge and his body shuddered as my own climax came. The waves of euphoria washed through me. After the regular world of non-orgasm filtered back I rolled over onto my back.
"Wow." I said.
"I never jizzed twice like that. I think I've never produced so much cum either." Tray said.
"You guys nearly died orgasiming that hard." Sam looked up from his bed, his bright eyes smiled.
"You better go help Jakob make breakfast." I said to Tray as we towelled ourselves off. Tray found dressed and grabbed only one cane. His movements were way quicker and better as he went out the door.
"He's feeling really good." I said as I laid back down.
"You sound good too." Sam replied, "And you guys all just passed out last night in the lawn chairs. I carried you and put you to bed."
"You are the mystery clothes thief!" I clued in to the whole night.
"Oui"
"Did you touch us?"
"Only Jakob. You and Tray were right out of it. All beautiful bodies, but Jakob sort of woke up, well, a little, and his pecker needed some release. So I did my duty."
"Anyone take care of you?" I asked as I rolled over facing him.
"I tossed myself off. C'mon. Get ready, you can recharge and later we can try some stuff. I'm starving." Sam brushed off my offer.
We all ate a huge breakfast. Tray barely even needed his last cane and my stutter was completely gone. We slept like logs at night and ate food. It was the best weekend of my life. With breakfast dishes put away we sat in the lawnchairs and shot the shit. Jakob wanted to get the UTV going before it was too late.
We unhooked the trailer and Jakob gave Tray instructions on how to work all of the starting. Our plan was to push it and Tray would pop it into gear, and the wheels would start the engine turning. I should run then. The thing was heavy and there was a slight hill towards where the locked shed was.
With the three of us pushing for all we were worth, Jakob shouted, "Now!" and the UTV sputtered to life. Jakob's instructions had ended with the UTV running and Tray drove away instinctively knowing how to steer, but he just kept going.
"Stop! Stop!" Jakob called after Tray who drove down in the gully where the shack was. We ran after him. The UTV climbed the opposite steep bank and stopped running. Tray screamed as he started rolling backward. We were running right behind it and the sudden change of direction caught us off guard. Jakob and I dove to the left, Sam dove to the right.
Tray managed to put his foot on the brake and he stopped on the hill. Jakob and I fell on the ground entagled in each other. He pushed me jover and went over to the driver side of the UTV.
"Pull that lever. The park brake. It should be fine." Jakob told Tray. The lever clicked and Jakob opened the door.
"You can get out now. Sorry. I should have given you more instruction." Jakob said.
Tray got out of the UTV and shook as he stumbled over towards me and sat down on the ground.
"Perfect," Jakob said, "I can just jump start it going backwards. It's almost as if it worked out great on purpose." He climbed in the drivers side and Sam got in the passenger side. Jakob worked some levers and the UTV rolling backwards and roared to life and the two backed the way that Tray drove in, smiling and laughing.
"That was exciting." I said, "You did good."
"Aw shit." Tray said.
"What?"
"I forgot my stupid cane in the UTV. I hate those stupid things."
"I can be your cane. If you don't mind putting your arm around me." I offered.
Tray laughed, his sparkling white teeth smiling against his delicous dark skin, "Dude, I think we passed those bases a couple blow jobs ago.
Something about the shed caught my eye and I did a double take. I said, "Look."
"What?"
"The lock is open." I said as grabbed Tray's arm and looped it over my neck and lift a little. We walk to the door, arm in arm.
"That was locked before?" Tray asked.
"Yep"
"That means someone was here in our little playground while we were doing god knows what." Concern crept in to Tray's voice.
"Yeah. It seems like." I reply, "Let's take a look."
I unlatch the padlock and I push the door opened. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust. It was mostly empty and dusty but there was a small black cube about the size of a large apple sitting on an otherwise empty desk. The light from outside reflected on it's clean surface.
"This is new." I reached out to pick it up, "Everything else is dusty and it's shiny."
"This is creepy." Tray said.
I touch the smooth surface and it lights up, but doesn't move. The lights make a little 3d projection with little dots above it. Tray reaches out and runs his fingers through the little lights.
"I can feel something." He says.
"What?" I reach up and touch the little buttons. It's not like they are there, but they are. They feel opaque.
The door opens and Sam bursts in, "Woah. What's that?"
"The buttons feel like something." Tray says.
"Maybe we should just leave it. It looks expensive and it's not ours." Sam says.
"What? Are you kidding me?" I say, "This is like experimental computer shit that doesn't even exist. We should take it back to the camp.
"We could, but it's not ours. I don't mind doing gay shit, but stealing is wrong no matter what orientation you are." Sam dug in his heels on this.
"He's right." Tray sided with him.
"Yeah, you both are right." I concede as I play with the buttons a few more times.
I resumed being Tray's crutch and we walked back toward the camp.
"Beers would be nice right about now." Sam said.
We got back to camp and Jakob had shed all of his clothes. He reached into the UTV and shut it off, "The battery should be charged up enough. What took you guys so long?"
Tray got his walking stick from the UTV and started to shuck his clothes.
"Someone opened the little shed and left it unlocked." Tray started and retold the whole tale. As he was telling it, Sam started taking his clothes off.
Sam had started playing with himself and as his thing rose he said, "I want to see it later. How about a boy sandwhich first? Anybody up for it?"
"Oui." Sam replied.
"A what now?" Tray asked.
I went to the cooler and got a beer. Jakob just came out with it, "Gay sex with boy in the middle."
"Well, since we are all guys here, any sex would be gay." Tray laughed.
"What the fuck? Where'd you get this idea from?" I cracked the beer.
"Well, I been thinking. I enjoyed getting jacked off by Timmy even though it made Dad mad and I got in trouble for it so much. Then I saw you guys fooling around and it looked fun. And then Sam, without my consent, tossed me off last night. I liked it.
"And then I thought I would ask you to peg me. I want to try that. Then I thought I would like to try and peg someone. So I thought I would ask. And then I just came up with the middle boy getting fucked and fucking. I saw it on the internet and it looked fun. So what do you say?"
"You can peg me." Tray smiled.
"I'll peg you." I took off my clothes. It looked like my pecker had recovered enough from our sixty nine this morning.
Tray bent over and worked his hole open. Jakob was rock hard and he worked himself inside. Tray began to squirm a bit.
"Don't move around too much. I'm about to blow already. I want to make it a couple thrusts at least." Jakob said. His smooth white back and perfect butt invited me to fuck him. I pulled his cheeks open and at first I was pushing too hard. I worked it a little at a time and felt his body envelop my boy. Jakob thust forward and backwards working him in and out and me out and in. He did it five or six times before he gasped.
The boy sandwhich departed, me pulling out first.
"What was it like?" I asked.
"It was just like I imagine except taking it up the ass was more uncomfortable than I thought." Jakob found a towel and dried himself off.
"I would to take it up the ass." I announced.
"I got left out," Sam said. His big john was the biggest among us, and the idea of taking the monster up my poop chute made me really uncomfortable.
"I'll take Sam." I said anyway, "Tray? What do you want?" He had turned around horny as hell.
"Maybe if Jakob could lend his mouth? I can suck Henry." He said.
"Where are we going to puot all our extra body part, legs and all that?" I laughed.
Sam picked me up by the waist and spun me around, "We can figure it out."
He grabbed my cock and balls as he poked his meat into my hole. I felt it open and the penis just kept coming. I squirmed as he kept coming in. He finally stopped and wiggled it back and forth ever so slightly. I moaned. Just as the flesh ajusted to the new euphoria a wet mouth gabbed my pecker. I did a jizz and then doubled down as I felt Sam cream me.
We cleaned up a little, drank beer and fooled around for the rest of the afternoon. The sun got low enough that we had to very reluctantly get dressed and light the fire. Tray threw more steaks on the grill and we drank lots of beer.
We looked up at the sky again. There was a spot in the wrong place, again, but this time it looked bigger and more defined.
"Hey guys." Sam said. Something in his voice made us look twice.
"What's wrong?" Jakob asked.
"Well, I have to go early." Sam said and took off his shirt, "This trip was so fantastic, but I need to tell you everything." Sam took off his pants and continued, "You see, none of this was an accident. I have you all different stories. I am not from Quebec."
He peeled off his socks and shoes, "I am from further away. Tray, did you use your canes once after our orgy?"
"No." Tray shook his head, his eyes were big.
"Henry, you didn't stutter once for a while now." He said.
"No. I can't remember a time when I didn't stutter except for this weekend." I replied.
"Well," Sam took off his underwear letting his large perfect genitals out, "That was all me. It took some time, but I think you guys will be fine."
"What?" Jakob sounded confused.
"Jakob. You didn't know it, but you had the beginnings of lukemia, blood cancer. You would have died within a year. I got rid of that too."
"Thanks?" I was confused too, "How did you? What did you?"
"There." Sam's naked torso pointed to the splotch on the sky, "That's mine. This plateau has been our visiting spot for years. There is rock technology with minerals and energies that you will not understand. I healed all of you."
"How could you do that?" Tray asked.
"I'm from three galaxies over." He said as his smooth skin began to change from perfect white to grey. As the colour darkened his pecker shrivelled and his balls retracted into his body. His hair withdrew from his growing head and after he was done he stood as a creature that was from a movie or book.
"Thank you so much Sam." I started to cry and ran to the alien thing to hug him. The other three joined us. I'm not sure is Sam was crying, his big round alien eyes seemed dry, but my heart told me that he was crying.
"So I take it you are going now. Will you be back?" Tray asked.
"I have to go now. I am called back. There is war all around and I have duties to do. I came here for one last time as I don't think I'll be able to return."
"Can you stop and say hi at least?" Jakob's eyes were leaking full out tears as he sobbed.
"Not in your life time. It was a great weekend." Sam said as a light appeared above and from the shed. A low hum started and grew louder. The lights grew brighter and brighter and I had to shut my eyes. The hum filled my ears and I couldn't see or hear anything and abruptly stopped.
I opened my eyes to darkness. As they adjusted the low fire grew clear. The three of us looked at each other.
"I had no idea I was even dying." Jakob sobbed.
"I can't believe I can walk now." Tray said.
I didn't say anything. The night was exceptionally quiet and we all squished into one bed, none of wanting to sleep alone. The ride back in the UTV was slow and sad and still, happy we were fixed.